paint on my hands,
dirt on my feet.
fingers smell like basil,
got a toothpick in my teeth.
beads in my pocket,
sand in my hair.
skin in lightly salted,
shoulders completely bare.
ideas in my head,
a million stories to tell.
if only I knew how to speak,
i'd have the courage to yell.
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